Page 17 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Nope.

He starts yanking at my jeans and I scream. I’m not sure how he can be hard right now, but I feel his dick pressing into me as he tries to remove my pants. I grab for anything and my fingers brush over one of the cans I’d thrown earlier. With a shriek, I slam it into the side of his mouth.

“What the fuck—” He spits several teeth at me, his blood rushing heavy and hot down onto my face.

I slam it toward his head again, but this time, he moves out of the way. The can gets knocked out of my hand and it’s like a switch is flipped on him. Gone is the Milk I knew. In its place is a demon. He yanks out his knife and starts cutting at my clothes despite my thrashing. The knife cuts into me a few times, making me sob in pain.

I’m going to die.

The boy I loved is going to kill me.

I’m too young to die.

I just turned eighteen a few days ago.

With a grunt, he yanks my jeans off one leg and then pushes my thighs roughly apart. I scream when he cuts through my panties. He’s just pulling his dick out, with the sticky rubber he was wearing with Juicy still hanging on, when he freezes, his eyes widening in shock. Blood still runs past his lips from losing teeth, but he’s no longer trying to assault me.

“Get. The. Fuck. Up.”

The voice behind him is cold and evil. Bone chilling.

Milk yelps when he’s yanked off me and to his feet. The man behind him isn’t a demon. It’s the devil himself. Dark eyes. Dark hair. Dark soul. A thick, scarred “X” cuts through his skin on his face, making him look utterly terrifying. He has a fat knife pressed to Milk’s throat.

“He rape you?” the man growls, eyeing me with wild, manic eyes.

“Run, Hadley.” Milk’s violent stare is gone and he’s the worried boy who loved me at one time.

I shakily grab for my jeans, but the big man is standing on them. “You’re not going out there.” His command freezes me. “Where’s Putnam?” the man hisses, pressing the blade into Milk’s flesh so that he bleeds from the action.

“I don’t know,” Milk lies.

“Three seconds to answer.”

“I said I don’t fucking—”

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!

The deafening sound of gunfire has me shrieking. I scramble into the safety of the storage room, butt-ass naked, no longer worried about my jeans. The devil man stalks after me, hauling Milk with him.

“I was going to make him watch, but not after this shit. You don’t deserve to fucking breathe another second, you piece of shit,” the man snarls. “This. Is. For. Your. Father.”

I stare in horror as the man stabs Milk so many times I lose count. Ribs. Stomach. Chest.

“Nooooo!” I scream. “Noooo!”

Milk gushes blood from each hole and his eyes roll back. The man holds him up even though he’s clearly passed out. The gunfire is relentless in the other room, but this monster isn’t worried. He simply holds him until he stops twitching. Then, without any remorse, he drops him to the floor like a sack of garbage. A sob rattles through me as I scramble over to Milk.

“Junior!” I cry out. “Junior, wake up, baby! Please!”

So much blood.

He’s not waking up.

He’ll never wake up.

“Holy shit, Koyn,” a deep voice rumbles from behind the murdering monster. “She looks like Bla—”

“I know,” the monster growls and stalks over to me. I screech when he snags my arm, hauling me to my feet. I’m easily hoisted up and thrown over his shoulder as though I weigh nothing. My bare ass is up in the air for all to see.

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